The leader of the group smirked as his men surrounded Jason, their confidence palpable. “You think this is just about you?” he sneered, his voice laced with venom. “Because of what you did, your friends will pay the price too.”Hearing what he just said.Jason’s eyes narrowed, his calm expression shifting into something cold and deadly. immediately his fists clenched at his sides, and a flicker of anger darkened his gaze.He couldn't believe they dared to threaten my friends?The first man lunged, his fist aimed straight at Jason’s face, but Jason sidestepped smoothly, his movements fluid and precise. Before the attacker could recover, Jason’s elbow struck him square in the chest, sending him stumbling backward, gasping for air.Immediately Another came at him from the side, the knife gleaming in the dim light. Jason twisted out of the way, grabbing the man’s wrist and slamming it against the nearest wall. The blade clattered to the ground, and Jason’s knee came up, connecting wit

At that moment the young master’s breath hitched as his eyes caught a glimpse of the dark figure entering the restaurant. The unmistakable black uniform adorned with the crimson insignia of the Hades Clan sent a cold shiver down his spine. Immediately his bravado dissolved in an instant.He dropped to his knees, his body trembling as he pressed his forehead against the cold, hard floor. His voice barely a whisper, he muttered to himself.“Don’t look. Don’t even think about looking. One glance, and it’s over.”The lights flickered for a moment, then came back on, illuminating the chaos frozen in time. The gang members, who had been so full of aggression moments ago, turned pale as they fully registered the presence of the Hades Clan. Their leader stood at the front, his gaze cold and devoid of mercy.“What—” one of the gang members stammered, his voice breaking. “What are they doing here?”At that moment another gang member dropped to his knees, his hands raised in surrender. “Please,

After arriving Jason stepped out from the shadows, his presence silent but suffocating. The faint light of the room flickered, casting ominous shapes on the walls as he approached Roy, who was already trembling. Blood smeared the corner of Roy’s mouth, his defiant mask shattered into raw fear. At that moment he scrambled backward until his back hit the wall, leaving nowhere else to run.“Jason, please,” Roy stammered, his voice shaking. “You don’t have to do this. I—I’ll leave Camila alone. She’s yours, okay? You win!”At that moment Jason’s footsteps were slow, deliberate, each one intensify Roy’s desperation. He crouched slightly, leveling his cold, unyielding gaze at the man cowering before him. “You think this is about Camila?” Jason’s voice was low, steady, and carried a weight that made Roy flinch. “It’s more than that.”Upon hearing what Jason just said.Roy blinked rapidly, shaking his head. “I—I didn’t mean for things to go this far. I didn’t know—”Immediately Jason cut h

At that moment the suited man extended the pen toward Jason, his smile tight with the smugness of someone who thought he’d already won. “Here,” he said, his voice laced with condescension. “Sign this, and your life changes today. Don’t waste this chance.”However Jason didn’t even glance at the pen. Instead he walked towards his bag.Everyone eyes where on his as he reached into his bag, pulling out a worn notebook. His movements were calm, deliberate, almost dismissive. He handed the notebook to the man and said evenly, “I’m not interested.”Upon hearing what Jason just said. The coach’s smile froze mid-smirk. He stared at Jason as if he hadn’t heard him right. “What did you just say?”Jason tilted his head slightly, meeting the coach’s disbelieving eyes. “I said I’m not interested. I play basketball because I enjoy it, not because I’m looking for a paycheck. Besides…” Jason’s lips curved into a faint smirk of his own, “if I wanted to get paid, you wouldn’t be able to afford

Upon hearing what Jason just said.The captain faltered for a moment, the room growing quieter as everyone waited to see how Jason would respond. But Jason didn’t give them the satisfaction of anger or defensiveness. Instead, he picked up the ball, spun it on his finger with ease, and walked back to the court, leaving the players and their insecurities behind.They could mock him all they want, but Jason know didn't need their validation. He knew who he was, and that was enough.At that moment the buzz of excitement swept through the gym as the doors opened and Camila entered, her presence like a sudden gust of fresh air. Heads turned, conversations halted, and the boys quickly huddled together, their earlier bravado fading into awe.“Camila’s here!” one of them whispered, nudging the others. “She came to watch us train. She must love the game.”Another smirked, trying to brush off his nervousness. “Yeah, right. She probably just wanted to see real talent.”Camila, however, didn’t